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one of those boring "listen to me ramble on about what's happening in my life" posts

So my first couple of shifts are down. Other than some first nighter nerves, a few screw-ups becoming familiar with the non-practise chips, and changing my sleep pattern to suit night-shift, I had a pretty fun time.

I hated Big Wheel - mostly because it was the first time I'd ever seen or touched real chips and the colours and weight are so different I didn't know what was what, AND sometimes you have to know your 23 and 47 times tables. But I was only on the wheel for a little while, otherwise I was on the tables. Having had more training there than on Big Wheel, most of the game comes naturally to me now. The Wheel... screw that, I just like the part where I get to spin it.

With a 15 break every hour, the games go fast. So really unless you're tired like I was Friday night (don't worry I'm getting to that), the shifts don't seem that daunting. Also, I talk to the players alot and try to be entertaining and usually create some kind of rapport so I have fun too. If nothing else, for the sake of my own sanity.

Anyway, my first shift kept me pretty much on the floor, and my breaks didn't sync up with my girl's at all, and she finished 4 hours before me. I was a bit disappointed and got a tiny bit moody cos I'd been looking forward to catching up since Friday, but in my whole 'let's play the slow game' mentality, we never swapped numbers.

On my second to last break I went to my locker and found she'd slid her number in through my door. So when I finished, I messaged her saying I was sad to have missed her, not having seen her for almost a week.

I shan't bore you with the back-and-forth sms conversation but bascially my car was still in Noarlunga, the trains didn't start running again for another 90mins so she picked me up and I stayed at her place.

Again, no boring (nor not-so-boring) details to be shared, but simply put I had a really nice night/day with her til I had to go back to work. Of course I didn't schedule in nearly as much sleep as I needed - vicki usually preferring 12 hours if she can manage it - so I was rather whiney at work. No doubt the impromptu visit to the driving range in Glenelg where I hit my first golfball... hey i wasn't tooooo bad... took its toll on my body too, as my non-golfer muscles screamed at me for ever attempting such a passtime while I tried to work later.

My workmates kept poking me and telling me how inordinately whiney I was being.Okay and a bit giggly too.